A little shade will grow into a tree
Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?
You were but a thought in your maker's eyes
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And I may not always believe
But you're nothing short of a miracle
Feeble, tiny hands bound for greatness
You will rise and fall like the rest of us
Love will keep you up, and always be a crutch
That will see you through to the very last
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Clever minds will second guess
But to me, you're a living miracle
Something else comes over me
Grace has come to set me free
In your hands, you hold a new forever
We may not always believe
West, which side we rarely see
Pride and lust is our disease
And the cure is you, little miracle